Galatine Sword Novels & Stories

“And didn’t you acquire it?” Tova exhaled heavily. He said, “The traveler didn’t part with his sword, unfortunately. But he said that the metal was available in the land beneath the kingdom of Galdere. And it is very expensive. Each sword is worth five horses. The dragon king rarely mines the metal because he fears instability in his region’s topography if he starts mining it. The metal is mined legally and under his sharp eyes. And it is strictly used for his army and no one else’s. The traveler got the sword, which was made from an amalgamation of Tanziel along with iron and had spent quite a fortune. He obtained it from the black market.” He paused to take a breath. “The best part about a

She stood next to Warren and rubbed his shoulders in excitement. The lid opened on noiseless hinges, there lay two odd short swords, “They are based on the La Fa Chaux pistol blades. As It was explained to me, they are wildly impractical as weapons. However, if you shape them out of magic, think of the possibilities, all of its strengths, none of its weaknesses.” Warren examined the blades and smiled, “Plus you can stab things if magic fails.” He drew the leather belt and attached the scabbards, “Have we identified the attackers?”

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

The double-handed greatsword did not hiss through the air; its thick, fuller-grooved steel tore a heavy, concussive wake through the ozone, a low thrum-thrum-thrum that threatened to split the eardrums before the blade even connected. General Kaelen’s descent was a dark, calculated mass of black iron plates, his massive cuirass blotting out the golden glare of the liquid brass-aether moat. With every fraction of a second he hung in the air, the magnetic pull of the central lodestone anvil seemed to accelerate his velocity, turning his downward execution arc into an inescapable mountain of falling steel.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Sebastian smiled slightly. "Mr. Ballard, you shouldn't have taken Maximus' sword. After all, you already have Purity. Serpent is useless to you." Gavin looked meaningfully at Sebastian's waist. "Serpent is also an exquisite treasure. It would be a shame to leave it in the hands of Maximus." Sebastian caressed the sword at his waist fondly. In the legacy of the Sacred Medicine Society, there was a type of sword technique that was suitable for flexible swords. According to the records, it had probably been made at the time of war by the first assassin, Guy Neal. Sebastian had never had the right weapon to practice it with, but Maximus had solved the problem for him.

An aura blade agglomerated in front of him. "Blast off!" It let off a sudden and hustling hissing sound that shook the space along its course. Willette was surprised and looked stern. He thought, 'So this is what a grandmaster of swordsmanship is capable of. All he needed was to raise his hand to create an aura blade.' He gulped and raised his hand to summon his sword. It was a straight and sharp two-edged sword with principles of law circling around it and engraved with the word, Azurite, on it. Most probably that was the name of the sword.

His posture alone makes him even more handsome. He stood in front of his zodiac warriors and raised his gold Tizona sword which hilt has a cross-guard with two flat quillons, curved towards the blade. Both the guard and the pommel are openwork, with Gothic-style motifs. The blade is almond-shaped in cross-section, with a shallow central fuller from the tang to the middle part and with a rounded point. His sword was bequeathed to him by King Bartholomeo. It is the mightiest sword in the entire celestial spirit world. King Bartholomeo once used it to separate his kingdom from the Canopus.

Romeo smoothly flipped over and landed nimbly on his feet. "Is that all you've got?" Romeo sneered. He then casually combed his bangs back, showing obvious contempt and clearly snubbing the half-blood. "So weak…" Gallas bellowed, livid at his taunts. He whipped out another weapon. Now, one hand clutched a long sword, and the other a sharp curved dagger – both glinting with razor-sharpness. He disappeared from sight and suddenly appeared before Romeo, both his weapons flashing and slashing with fearsome speed. Both men flashed around the cleared-up area. Only glimpses of them could be seen, appearing from place to place, accompanied by echoes of blades swishing, swords clanging, and slashes o

“What about sword fighting? Are you having trouble with it, Kelanar?” He trades a mallet for a blade and dices the slab of meat into small cubes. “Henry says I give away too much with my eyes and the swords are heavy for me and my frame. Henry gave me a dagger and said it'd be better for me.” Kelanar continues to cut the veggies and put them in a pot to cook. Then she goes to peel potatoes for mashed potatoes. “They gave you the wrong type of sword. That’s the problem, you know.” George heats some oil in a large skillet.